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When it starts to rain

When it wants to rain and the Heavens rumble

The white clouds turn heavy and black

But then, this is just morning and…

A poet would hide in the cover of his book and ink

To scribble words that makes his soul glad

Now the rain brings the day some lazy thoughts

Pushing the cold to the scanty cladded

And teaching one how to sleep in day light

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